I find pictures of the Romanov’s (especially the children) very sad. I used to be really into the whole story when I was younger, but as a mother it freaks me right out now. I can hardly look at pictures of them now without an overwhelming sense of horror. Of course, they musn’t be forgotten..because only by retelling these tragic stories can we prevent them.
"Crying can reduce cortisol levels. William H. Frey II, a biochemist at the University of Minnesota, proposed that people feel “better” after crying, due to the elimination of hormones associated with stress, specifically adrenocorticotropic hormone. This, paired with increased mucosal secretion during crying, could lead to a theory that crying is a mechanism developed in humans to dispose of this stress hormone when levels grow too high.”
Argh! Life has a funny way of bringing you down, to quote Alanis.
My life has been pretty groovy these past few years. Everyone happy, healthy and chill for the most part. A lot of my serenity has been due to my dh’s stellar assent through the ranks at his job. I mean like 6 promotions in 8 years and we’ve been living the life.
That may all come crashing down around us this week.
I could really use some good vibes.
We’ve been poor before. We lost everything once and we’ve worked our asses off to not have to live in that constant fear.
Hell I JUST started feeling like I could throw away underware with holes in them.
I am really scared.
I love my life, just like it is. We can’t go through this again.
My kids spent their childhood’s going without all the time…only in the last few years have they known what it’s like to be comfortable and SECURE.
We have to put them through college in 1 and 4 yrs.
I can’t tell anyone that knows us in RL about this..I don’t want my family to worry and we are so ashamed.
keep us in your thoughts this week. I hope to know something for sure no later than Friday.
“You’re mine, mo duinne,” he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. “Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no.” I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint “ah” as he pressed even deeper.
“Aye, I mean to use you hard, my Sassenach,” he whispered. “I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul.” I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. “I mean to make you call me ‘master’, Sassenach.” His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. “I mean to make you mine.”
“A Highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight- any Highlander, no matter how old, ill-favoured, or crabbed in appearance. A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favoured young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.”—
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she’s uncool Cause she’s still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985